Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.